Post by ChaosMystic on Jul 9, 2022 17:17:25 GMT -5
The sun in Heaven was just as he remembered on Earth. Today, a ring of vibrant colors flared out from behind soft cumulonimbus clouds and provided light to Soul Society. Here, he wasn't married to his diagnosis and was free to live the life that he sought. The peace was nice, but when visiting the library granted to Squad 7 for his own enjoyment, he became exposed to the culture of the Gotei 13. Men and women were congregated in small groups, mostly according to their squads, while others were outliers whom associated with other shinigami outside of their squad. Inozen would stop and catch himself watching them spar with swords, with spells, with emotion and drive, and feel a spark in his chest.
What is this feeling? he wondered as he watched the shinigami clash with wooden swords that he knew as bokken. With every strike defended, a resounding 'clack' was heard echoing through what seemed like all of Soul Society. The way they move, so fluid and so fierce. This feeling...it's nostalgic.
Inozen began to think back about his life on Earth when he was living between that precarious realm between Heaven and Hell, chaos and order. He remembered the daily training he had taken upon himself, exercises that allowed him to tap into an energy that made his body flow like water and induce a hyper awareness of energy, sometimes tapping into it in exercises that made him appear like a thrashing dragon with every palm change. I know this feeling. I was...like them...and yet...not. Inozen watched as the first contender struck the bokken out of the second contender's grip and the bokken slammed hard against the ground with hardly a bounce.
"Winner!" the leader shouted and the squad began to cheer like rolling thunder, that made Inozen think of a sea of men screaming from the hillside, ready to charge the field with weapons bared like fangs.
Inozen began to move. He slowly made his way to the jeering crowd until he realized what he was doing. Inozen wanted to pick up the sword and join them. He wanted to have a go at the winner with the bokken that lied still at rest on the ground. But then he realized that he was being ridiculous. How could someone with my diagnosis ever be one of them? It still hasn't occurred to Inozen that since his natural death, he is no longer plagued by the sickness that he once endured. Stopping in his tracks, he let out a sigh and looked down to his hand. He checked out a book regarding the health science of souls: The Energetic Anatomy of a Soul I.
What is this feeling? he wondered as he watched the shinigami clash with wooden swords that he knew as bokken. With every strike defended, a resounding 'clack' was heard echoing through what seemed like all of Soul Society. The way they move, so fluid and so fierce. This feeling...it's nostalgic.
Inozen began to think back about his life on Earth when he was living between that precarious realm between Heaven and Hell, chaos and order. He remembered the daily training he had taken upon himself, exercises that allowed him to tap into an energy that made his body flow like water and induce a hyper awareness of energy, sometimes tapping into it in exercises that made him appear like a thrashing dragon with every palm change. I know this feeling. I was...like them...and yet...not. Inozen watched as the first contender struck the bokken out of the second contender's grip and the bokken slammed hard against the ground with hardly a bounce.
"Winner!" the leader shouted and the squad began to cheer like rolling thunder, that made Inozen think of a sea of men screaming from the hillside, ready to charge the field with weapons bared like fangs.
Inozen began to move. He slowly made his way to the jeering crowd until he realized what he was doing. Inozen wanted to pick up the sword and join them. He wanted to have a go at the winner with the bokken that lied still at rest on the ground. But then he realized that he was being ridiculous. How could someone with my diagnosis ever be one of them? It still hasn't occurred to Inozen that since his natural death, he is no longer plagued by the sickness that he once endured. Stopping in his tracks, he let out a sigh and looked down to his hand. He checked out a book regarding the health science of souls: The Energetic Anatomy of a Soul I.